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Guiding him to her entrance, Josiah thrust his hips once and buried himself deep inside her. Filled with him, she moaned as everything around her seemed to click into place. This was where she belonged, and she prayed he felt it too.
“Damn, Chels, how do you feel so …?” Josiah trailed off as he pulled back and then slammed into her again.
Clutching at his shoulders, she rocked her hips forward, enjoying the friction. “So right,” she finished for him.
“Right,” he agreed, somewhat awestruck.
With that declaration, he spun them around so her back was pressed up against the door, shoved her tank top up so he could get to her bra-covered breasts, which he promptly claimed withhis hot mouth, grabbed hold of her backside, and began to thrust into her.
Hard and fast, just like she’d asked for.
Each one sent her back ramming into the wooden door, likely hard enough to leave bruises, and she loved it.
Higher and higher she rose. The combination of his lips and tongue teasing first one pebbled nipple and then the other, with his hard and fast thrusts, had pleasure rushing toward her. All she could do was clutch at his shoulders and hold on for the wild ride he was giving her.
When one of his hands shifted to take her bud, tweaking it between his thumb and forefinger, that was it.
She combusted into a fiery ball of pleasure as ecstasy ripped along her veins, consuming her.
Maybe she cried out his name.
Maybe he cried out hers as she felt him come inside her.
It was impossible to know because she was too wrapped up in the orgasm that seemed to go on and on. As it finally subsided, she leaned forward to bury her face in Josiah’s neck, breathing in his comforting woodsy scent, her body so convinced it was all hers that she didn't even have the energy to remind her brain and her heart that Josiah might have feelings for her, but he’d also put in a lot of effort to fighting against them.
“Thank you for giving me what I needed,” she whispered as tears stung her eyes. Happy tears, grateful tears, maybe a bit of sadness that Josiah might choose to keep fighting his battle instead of surrendering.
His arms wrapped around her, holding her tight against him, his face burying itself in her hair, and she felt him do what she’d just done to him, breathe in her scent as though committing it to memory. She hoped that wasn't because he didn't think he’d be doing this again.
She prayed it was because he was reminding himself of what would always be his, even if he chose not to let himself be hers.
Their fake marriage was about to come to an end.
With a last deep breath, Josiah grasped her hips again and pulled out of her, setting her back down on her feet. Taking her hand, he guided her into the bathroom, grabbed a washcloth, ran it under warm water, then kneeling before her, cleaned her up.
There was no need for words when he tossed the washcloth into the sink and stood. They both knew it was time.
The look on his face as they both activated their trackers felt far too much like a goodbye for her liking, and her heart filled with an ache she knew would never completely heal.
Chapter
Seventeen
May 18th
1:03 A.M.
Neither of them could sleep.
Although Josiah lay in bed, his arms wrapped around Chelsea, his body was tense, as was hers.
After setting off their trackers, it had been a long afternoon and evening. They’d made the rounds, gathering intel, and also classifying every couple they spoke with into categories of how much of a risk they believed them to be.
When this went down, he wanted to know that the only threats inside were the guards.
Knowing he was going to have to leave Chelsea somewhere killed him.
He literally had a ball of terror lodged in his chest, pressing against his heart, making every breath he took painful.
